Please ask the dream.

Chapter 706: Are you playing me?

As the emergency combat scene unfolded, Feng Xue felt confused because the person who appeared in front of him...

"You, hand over the seal and get to work!"

"No, when did this Wangjiang Fantasy Dream become so abstract?"

Looking at the Hongying officer in front of him who spoke in Concordia dialect (also known as the colonel accent), Feng Xue felt very upset.

There's no way, this guy embodies almost all the stereotypes of Hongying people, colorful hairstyle, flashy and useless decorations, inexplicable sense of superiority and a standing posture that exudes the aura of being the boss and the second best. Even though Feng Xue knows that most Hongying people are not like this... well, it should be said that most of them have at most one of these signs, but when Feng Xue saw the other person, he recognized him at a glance, this is definitely a Hongying person.

"Don't dawdle. If you don't obey, you'll die!"

"I told you you're fat and you're out of breath, right?" Feng Xue glared at the Shamatte "colonel" and reached out to touch it. Sure enough, he found six seals in his arms. In a bad mood, he stabbed out with a sword.

"Troublemakers! Troublemakers!"

The Shamatte colonel uttered a stereotypical scolding, took a bow-legged step, and a long sword arrived first, blocking the monologue that was shooting like a flying sword with the help of the sharp wooden sword.

Duang! Duang! Duang!

With a series of crisp sounds like hammering iron, this funny and ferocious-looking Shamatte actually burst out with a speed far beyond that of ordinary martial artists. Not only did he perfectly block all of Feng Xue's attacks with his long sword, he also shortened the distance a bit.

"interesting."

Seeing this, Feng Xue secretly warned himself not to judge a person by his appearance. Mo Ran shook the sword, and the ink that was originally attached to the sword was thrown out like splashing ink.

The fierce sword energy forced the colonel to dodge repeatedly, but his figure had already rushed forward.

Without the slightest pause, the three slashes from Zero Frame were launched at the same time from different directions, accurately blocking the colonel's last angle of escape. At this moment, Monologue happened to fly to Feng Xue's side, and with a stretch of his left hand, he aimed at the red dot on the colonel's chest and stabbed it.

wrong!

Although he was about to succeed, Feng Xue felt as if thousands of steel needles were stabbing his brain frantically. The strong sense of danger made him pause abruptly, and before he could evade, a twisted and corrosive aura suddenly burst out from the body of the Shamatte colonel in front of him.

The long-lost feeling of dizziness swept over him, and even his sanity value, which had not been shaken at all after he got the orange source of fear, dropped rapidly at this moment.

"Fuck, a super-sized nightmare?! How could such a thing appear on the surface?"

Feng Xue finally realized what had happened to him. He leaned forward and shouted loudly—

“Private Marseille with red bean paste!”

In an instant, the intense light covered the entire field of vision. Feng Xue, who had a chance to catch his breath, stretched out his hand and an old-fashioned tactical radio fell into his hand.

Just as the thought of using it came to mind, before I had time to think about how to operate it, the radio quickly emitted a series of FM-like noises, followed by a soft but emotionless female voice -

"Keep in touch, help is coming soon!"

"Hey, hey, how soon is it? What is the standard of rescue? Please explain it clearly!"

Seeing this collection entering the CD, Feng Xue realized that this was not something that could be used to call for specific rescue, so he casually stuffed it back into the collection column. Feng Xue calmed down his emotions, and suddenly released a majestic domineering aura.

The edge of the G.I force field was unsurprisingly infected by nightmares, but Feng Xue had dealt with nightmares before. The star-like flames burned fiercely on himself, turning the pollution into firewood. At the same time, the figure of a giant bear seemed to emerge behind him. [Light Pattern Fluctuation·100,000 Lumens·Bear Extreme Sky Radiation]!
The highly compressed G·I particles were ignited by the microcosm, turning into a beam of blazing light, which gushed out from the small hole that Feng Xue had opened in front of his palm.

Like the radiation spewed by Godzilla, it cut through the earth and the sky.

only……

"Not dead?" Feng Xue frowned as he watched the nightmare, which had turned into an amorphous object and was uttering intermittent colonel voices, begin to condense again. Based on the nightmare knowledge he learned from Xiao Gudu, the thing in front of him should be the type that was born from the resonance of a large number of homogeneous negative emotions. It has low intelligence and almost no authority, but is very polluting. It was this kind of thing that almost drove humanity to a dead end.

If we use diploma to explain instead of realm, it means the kind of perverted murderer who has a low level of education but unexpectedly explosive fighting power.

Feng Xue recalled the nightmare common sense he had acquired from loneliness since childhood, and couldn't help but frown, while quickly distanced himself.

The pollution was so exaggerated that even the super-large nightmares we had seen before could not compare to it.

"This isn't something that can be produced by one or two hundred people having nightmares at the same time!"

While Feng Xue was thinking, his shapeless body once again condensed into the attire of the Shamatte Hongying Army. He spoke the Concordia language and rushed over waving a saber.

Knowing that this thing could not be used in close combat, Feng Xue clenched his hands in the air, and the sound of gunfire followed closely.

A large number of bullets infused with the belief of "destroying the enemy" were sprayed from the gun barrel. Feng Xue opened the Sky Eye and locked onto the red dot on the target. Although this thing was more like a cluster of slimes than an individual, with each pour of firepower, Feng Xue's intuition could get feedback -

The other party is being consumed.

"Is it an illusion? I always feel like when I fight this thing, it's not going smoothly..."

Feng Xuexu clenched his palms, a strong sense of dissatisfaction made him frown.

The feeling is indescribable, as if putting a millimeter thick raincoat on your brother.

"How about trying this thing?" Feng Xue reached out and took out two cards. Although using this ability on a super-large nightmare would be risky, but...

buzzing...

Just when Feng Xue was about to make a decision, a strong sound of propeller spinning came from above his head. A black shadow covered the sky. He subconsciously released his perception and saw a man jumping directly from the open door at the bottom of the helicopter.

However, the problem that Feng Xue was holding back was that person...

"Isn't this me?"

While Feng Xue was complaining, the man suddenly turned into ten. Before he landed on the ground, a dense rain of bullets covered the nightmare again.

"If this attack was useful I would have killed it long ago!"

Feng Xue didn't know at this point that this was the rescue call from the tactical radio, but the problem was, how could an attack of this magnitude be possible...

"Eh? Why?"

Looking at the colonel who was killed by a round of gunfire, Feng Xue turned his head to look at "himself" with lifeless eyes. He always felt that he seemed to be... being played?

(There is another chapter after twelve o'clock)
(End of this chapter)